Xinke

stargazing

"That snake monster is really stupid. If it were me, I would be even more reluctant to let you leave, let alone...don't let you forget me."

"really?"

"Very seriously. Look at the brightest star, if I tell a lie, let it fall and hit me."

"You are so stupid! If you say this again, the heavenly beings living on that star will hear it, and throw a gnawed fairy peach pit down, and it will hit you."

Lin Xiao sighed, and wanted to say something gentle and gentle to the little ghost, why is it so difficult.

The two picked a cliff sheltered from the wind, and sat side by side, Lin Xiao still squeezed Mr. Xiaoyan, and asked him if he was cold or if the wind was blowing in a hurry.

However, Young Master Yan sat and rolled himself up, resting his chin on his knees, looking up at the deepest and farthest part of the sky.

Light blue, dark blue, ink blue, blue black, the renderings are overlapped, laying out a canvas as big as the sky and the earth.

Without the lights of the market, the sound of chickens and dogs in the farmhouse, the quiet Bolu Mountain is like a Kun who just doesn't care and sleeps soundly and dreamily.

Regardless of the distant sky where dots of bean-like stars are sparsely scattered, there is a cold light.

Qin Qianyu also fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he should have forgotten all about the dream called Yan Lanting.

The sea tide licks the fairy mountain, rushing into the reef and only making a low murmur, which doesn't disturb people's dreams.

This kind of sky and sea fell into Xiao Yan's eyes, and such words and smiles fell into Lin Xiao's eyes.

"My sister is also like this. She is obviously a monster, but she just fell in love with someone, and she can't even care about her soul and life."

Young Master Xiaoyan said in a low voice, Lin Xiao thought of the white-faced little lady in the mansion in the deep alley of Luoluo City.

"You know that people have a limited lifespan after all, but she said that it is enough to be greedy for this love for a few decades. I also pity the water god who returned to Qinghe, who has a deep love for her sister, and has been punished by heavenly thunder for her sister for her life. But that mortal Wang Sheng, foolishly crossed the Naihe Bridge, drank Mengpo soup, and completely forgot about his entanglement with his sister in this life."

"What about the water god?" Lin Xiao asked.

It turned out that this fairy and monster was more passionate than the scholar lady in the world. No wonder the little fox lady was weaving the brocade on the day when the clouds were overwhelming and the wind and rain were about to come.

He had always thought that the water god who returned to Qinghe was a pretty little lady, because the peach blossoms by the water were especially beautiful.

Mr. Xiaoyan buried his head deeper: "That day was the day when the water god woke up. My sister wove a picture of Luoluo City for him, and then she wove herself. In that picture, there was no Wang Sheng, only Wang Sheng. The fox lady who loves to play in the water by the Huiqing River, waits for the water god to wake up from her deep sleep every day."

Lin Xiao was shocked, "Isn't that fake? There is no such memory and care."

"Didn't you just say that when you meet love, there is no difference between true and false, only willingness and reluctance."

There was a moment of silence.

"Actually, if it were me... I would be willing to suffer that day's thunder..." Lin Xiao also looked at the far and near stars in the sky, and sniffed the salty sea breeze.

"What?" The young fox suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the little letter guest.

At this time, Little Xinke didn't look like a frightened rabbit. Instead, he raised his hand and brushed aside the wind-blown hair on the side of the young man's cheek. He was really old-fashioned, and said to him lightly: "I think about it carefully. , if that mortal was me, I would be willing to suffer the thunder from the sky. If a man is a real man, let him be a monster, for the sake of the person he loves, what is the reason to be a big turtle?" After a pause, he continued: "If you are willing to live with me, I... I am for you, I... I am also very willing..."

The little boy blinked, then buried his head in his knees again, like a sea turtle shrinking his head: "I know, I knew it a long time ago..."

After Lin Xiao finished speaking, her face was flushed with shame, hating herself for being reckless, just like the little wild cat on the head of the old house that was sleeping at night.

I wish I could take back what I said, but I can't bear to take it back.

He couldn't hear what Yan Xiao said, so he hurriedly asked, "You, what did you say?"

Young Master Xiaoyan raised his head, his eyes were already full of starlight, as if the starlight wasn't that bright.

"It must be that my charm spell has improved again! Little Xinke, are you dizzy again?"

After returning to Qin Qianyu's cave, Yan Lanting had long since disappeared.

Lin Xiao put together the benches in the room, and randomly picked out a few miscellaneous books and piled them together, using them as a hard pillow to lie down on.

He straightened one leg and bent the other casually.

"I'm used to sleeping like this, it's just a little bit cold..."

Lin Xiao patted his chest and looked at Young Master Xiaoyan.

Young Master Xiaoyan was not polite to him either, he raised his hand and extinguished the lonely candle with a "poof".

"Ouch~" Lin Xiao felt a warmth in his chest, screaming as if he was in great pain, and a little fluffy beast jumped up.

The little beast paced back and forth, looking for a position for a long time before lying down seriously, resting his head on the side of Lin Xiao's neck, rubbing his ears against his earlobes.

In the end, the big soft fluffy tail wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

Who said that all foxes are stinky, but this vixen has the sweet taste of pine nut candies.

Between exhalation and inhalation, Chui Di Xiaolin's face seemed to be covered with a thin and fragrant gauze.

Trapped in such a charming environment, Xiao Lin was so sleepy that he fell into a deep sleep.

But he saw the little fox on his chest opened its misty eyes, poked its head out and licked his lips lightly, then retracted quickly, and also fell into a deep sleep.

Inside the slender and long eyes were filled with shiny things, like countless fragments of pearls and jade.

Lin Xiao wanted to take a closer look, but was confused.

It should still be the red fox, slanting in a vast expanse of white snow.

His muscles and bones were loose, and a string of blood around his mouth looked like red plums.

The new wind is blowing hard, the wind is falling, and the chill is empowering.

When Lin Xiao sent the letter to the Northland, he never experienced such coldness. He was so cold that he wanted to throw away his mortal body.

The next moment, the thick warmth pulled him out again.

A string of water-stained footprints with white snow debris was printed on the window sill.

There are a few clay pots with cut sides on the table, the soil surface is mottled and covered with a layer of fine snow, and a few unknown little flowers come out of the soil and bloom freely.

Playful and reproachful chuckles, accompanied by fine water-clear sandalwood, floated out from the cracks in the window.

A man in white, before the case, has not finished writing.

A little red fur ball jumped onto the drawing paper naughtily and nimbly, leaving a string of muddy footprints on purpose.

The man in white shook his head, and took a pen to draw the mud marks into plump grapes.

The little fox lost his temper in an instant, nestled in a ball next to the inkstone, his thin eyes narrowed lazily, like a paperweight.

"You know how to bully me... I, I want grapes!"

Lin Xiao had a headache, this, isn't this the voice of Mr. Xiaoyan?

Isn't he in my arms?

The author has something to say: Today is a light snow, but it is a heavy snow day.